Oh, and how Silver's heart leaped at that shy kiss. He returned it with series of soft, sweet kisses that he hoped conveyed the deep affection that's in his heart. The hand at Gaura's cheek slipped back, fingers threading through that pink hair. But there's no demand in the gesture, not effort to fist his hand in those tresses and keep Gaura from moving freely.

After a moment, he rests his forehead against the other man's and sighs with a smile. "I've wanted to do that for a while."